Post by Anna on Feb 11, 2010 1:09:13 GMT -5
A male teenager with eyes blue as a bright sunny day and hair as gold as the golden fleece looked into the black sky with the vibrant crimson moon radiating with the suffering of the world. The young man was about average build with above average height. He wore a black zip up jacket which was over his vibrant blue military shirt. A pair of normal jeans adorned his legs and he had a silver rosemary adorning his left hand with his right hand clutching a white magnum with a red pattern adorning it. The red pattern was in a spiral design similar to a necklace of a hypnotist.
The land before him was a wasteland covered with dead bodies The wasteland was black and covered with fallen buildings from the war that took place. His eyes stared at the landscape with an cold intense stare that was intimidating while maintaining a cold unfeeling stare at the place, void of all humanity. This is all war is. Just waste of life. Nothing more. It is Human Nature as stated in the divine book. All humans are without the great one is filth. I am his tool, of darkness, to teach infidels a lesson. A grunt was heard as he stepped directly on a rotting corpse of said infidel.
A roar was heard and he glanced up. A red haired man wearing civilians clothes came running at amazing speed towards him. He laughed and took a stance, ready to kill him. As he did this, he noticed that the man possessed cat eyes as well as vampire fangs. A newborn hellspawn? Please. As he thought this, his left hand moved in a swift motion which in the motion the rosemary glowed. He then held out his hand and the rosemary transformed into a silver sword with a rose decorating it as well as a strange language. Lightning struck the background and as it did, a flash was all that was seen. The young vampire's head was rolling across the battlefield shortly afterwards.
The young man just laughed as the sword returned to its normal form. He proceeded to walk forward and said," I am the arm of judgement and vengeance for the great god." A sadistic grin appeared on his face as he proceeded forward. A great silver moving fortress was in front of him. He proceeded towards it and heard one of the normal soldiers dressed in the holy armor say," Hello, special agent Francais, how good goes your day?" Francais looked at the soldier and said," Same as always, filled with death and human filth." The guard shook his head as Francais just strolled by him with no concern whatever.
He stared at the moving fortress as he entered it. As he proceeded through the fortress staring at the guards and some clergy members operating the controls. As he went into a huge door made out of an unique black stone with a fist sized crystal at the top. As he stepped into the room, a deep voice said," Where would you like to go to, Sir Francais?" Francais just stared and said," Take me to the command center." As he said this, a bright blue light glowed and he teleported.
He stepped out and notice a pale man little older than him of about average height. He had jet-black hair parted in the middle with vibrant green eyes. He was wearing an oversized blue robe adorned with gold in-leaf and with a red priest cloth draped over his shoulders. He smiled in a twisted way and said," Hello, Sire Francais, left hand of Respata, arm of vengeance and judgement, the Angel of Darkness!"
Francais laughed as he said this," How goes you, Archbishop Daniel, of the Order of the Rhino?" Francais then rose his eyes and met Daniel's as he bowed. Why was I put under this arrogant bastard? I am one hundred times the fighter and follower he is? He only cares about war." Daniel smirked and laughed as Francais said this. He was about to speak as sirens went off and one of the lower soldiers said," Sires, a Behemoth approaches. Should we kill it?" Daniel smirked and then said," How about Francais take care of this minor nuisance?" Francais just glared at him and stood up and watched as the roof opened. He then jumped ten feet out of the room on top of the moving fortress.
He smiled as he looked at the Behemoth. Minotaur style, of course. Guess time to activate my dark powers. The Behemoth in question was standing on its hind legs which were hoofs with two huge bull like horns emerging from his head at about 25 feet tall. Had arms as big as full grown oaks with extremely long claws and a huge mouth of razor sharp fangs. It was white in color with cat like eyes. Francais stared at the beast and removed his jacket showing a red tattoo over his right and left arm in a tribal form. A black eye with four blue spikes were on each of his shoulders. The eyes were regularly blinking as the tattoo seemed to move and glow. Kill it, unleash me, let me show you what power really is. Unleash your purpose, left hand of judgement and vengeance. Listen to me, I can free you from the harsh imprisoned life you live. You can experience all the pleasures of man and save the world from the destruction pattern! Francais shook his head and said out loud, " Never, you are an abomination, a traitor, to him I will use your powers but never release you and let you take over my body. My body is for his gain only." After he said this, his left eye turned a chilling blood red as his left arm transformed into a shadowy form after he dropped the rosemary. Claws grew from his fingers, six inch claws like that of a tiger. The arm tripled in size and spikes emerged. All of those covered by a shadowy cloak. He then opened the hand revealing bright blue spiral design and he said," FEAR THE WRATH OF RESPATA!" In a much more deep and hate filled voice. He then closed his hand and moved at light speed and appeared above the Behemoth. Shortly afterwards, the Behemoth roared in pain as several cuts appeared across his body with the creature falling backwards and dying. Francais landed back down and picked up the rosemary and his jacket and headed back into the command room. There everybody stared at him as he left. Better head back to my room and go to sleep. To ensure he does not get farther.
The land before him was a wasteland covered with dead bodies The wasteland was black and covered with fallen buildings from the war that took place. His eyes stared at the landscape with an cold intense stare that was intimidating while maintaining a cold unfeeling stare at the place, void of all humanity. This is all war is. Just waste of life. Nothing more. It is Human Nature as stated in the divine book. All humans are without the great one is filth. I am his tool, of darkness, to teach infidels a lesson. A grunt was heard as he stepped directly on a rotting corpse of said infidel.
A roar was heard and he glanced up. A red haired man wearing civilians clothes came running at amazing speed towards him. He laughed and took a stance, ready to kill him. As he did this, he noticed that the man possessed cat eyes as well as vampire fangs. A newborn hellspawn? Please. As he thought this, his left hand moved in a swift motion which in the motion the rosemary glowed. He then held out his hand and the rosemary transformed into a silver sword with a rose decorating it as well as a strange language. Lightning struck the background and as it did, a flash was all that was seen. The young vampire's head was rolling across the battlefield shortly afterwards.
The young man just laughed as the sword returned to its normal form. He proceeded to walk forward and said," I am the arm of judgement and vengeance for the great god." A sadistic grin appeared on his face as he proceeded forward. A great silver moving fortress was in front of him. He proceeded towards it and heard one of the normal soldiers dressed in the holy armor say," Hello, special agent Francais, how good goes your day?" Francais looked at the soldier and said," Same as always, filled with death and human filth." The guard shook his head as Francais just strolled by him with no concern whatever.
He stared at the moving fortress as he entered it. As he proceeded through the fortress staring at the guards and some clergy members operating the controls. As he went into a huge door made out of an unique black stone with a fist sized crystal at the top. As he stepped into the room, a deep voice said," Where would you like to go to, Sir Francais?" Francais just stared and said," Take me to the command center." As he said this, a bright blue light glowed and he teleported.
He stepped out and notice a pale man little older than him of about average height. He had jet-black hair parted in the middle with vibrant green eyes. He was wearing an oversized blue robe adorned with gold in-leaf and with a red priest cloth draped over his shoulders. He smiled in a twisted way and said," Hello, Sire Francais, left hand of Respata, arm of vengeance and judgement, the Angel of Darkness!"
Francais laughed as he said this," How goes you, Archbishop Daniel, of the Order of the Rhino?" Francais then rose his eyes and met Daniel's as he bowed. Why was I put under this arrogant bastard? I am one hundred times the fighter and follower he is? He only cares about war." Daniel smirked and laughed as Francais said this. He was about to speak as sirens went off and one of the lower soldiers said," Sires, a Behemoth approaches. Should we kill it?" Daniel smirked and then said," How about Francais take care of this minor nuisance?" Francais just glared at him and stood up and watched as the roof opened. He then jumped ten feet out of the room on top of the moving fortress.
He smiled as he looked at the Behemoth. Minotaur style, of course. Guess time to activate my dark powers. The Behemoth in question was standing on its hind legs which were hoofs with two huge bull like horns emerging from his head at about 25 feet tall. Had arms as big as full grown oaks with extremely long claws and a huge mouth of razor sharp fangs. It was white in color with cat like eyes. Francais stared at the beast and removed his jacket showing a red tattoo over his right and left arm in a tribal form. A black eye with four blue spikes were on each of his shoulders. The eyes were regularly blinking as the tattoo seemed to move and glow. Kill it, unleash me, let me show you what power really is. Unleash your purpose, left hand of judgement and vengeance. Listen to me, I can free you from the harsh imprisoned life you live. You can experience all the pleasures of man and save the world from the destruction pattern! Francais shook his head and said out loud, " Never, you are an abomination, a traitor, to him I will use your powers but never release you and let you take over my body. My body is for his gain only." After he said this, his left eye turned a chilling blood red as his left arm transformed into a shadowy form after he dropped the rosemary. Claws grew from his fingers, six inch claws like that of a tiger. The arm tripled in size and spikes emerged. All of those covered by a shadowy cloak. He then opened the hand revealing bright blue spiral design and he said," FEAR THE WRATH OF RESPATA!" In a much more deep and hate filled voice. He then closed his hand and moved at light speed and appeared above the Behemoth. Shortly afterwards, the Behemoth roared in pain as several cuts appeared across his body with the creature falling backwards and dying. Francais landed back down and picked up the rosemary and his jacket and headed back into the command room. There everybody stared at him as he left. Better head back to my room and go to sleep. To ensure he does not get farther.
